Inside Mei Xiang Ge, the charcoal fire burned warmly, and the fragrance of tea curled through the air.
A woman in a moon-white ruqun embroidered with silver patterns sat upright in the main seat, her dark hair loosely pinned up.
With only a plain jade hairpin in her hair, her features were exquisitely pure and refined. She was Wang Yushuang, Third Master of the Baimao Merchant Guild.
Sitting across from her was a youth dressed in black fitted clothes, a golden sash wrapped around his waist.
He looked about eighteen or nineteen, and though his face could be called handsome, the arrogance and aggression between his brows ruined the overall impression.
He was Li Wuhen, the young master of Black Tiger Hall.
A maid dressed in men's clothing, gallant and heroic in bearing, stood quietly at Wang Yushuang's side.
Her gaze was sharp. She was both Wang Yushuang's personal maid and guard.
If Fang Yuan saw her again, he would definitely recognize her—this was Qin Yue, the one who had once declared him crippled!
"Third Miss Wang," Li Wuhen said, lightly tapping the tabletop with his fingers, his tone carrying the air of charity.
"For the batch of medicinal herbs your guild is transporting to Linyuan County this time, leave the escort mission to Black Tiger Hall.
We can give up another two points of profit from the original quote. How about it? That should be sincere enough, shouldn't it?"
As he spoke, his gaze burned as he stared openly at Wang Yushuang's cool, beautiful face, looking as if success was already in his grasp.
Wang Yushuang lowered her lashes slightly, her slender fingers brushing over the warm teacup. It was as though his words had merely passed by like a breeze; she said nothing.
Seeing that she remained silent,